Pedokiller

Chapter 10

I awoke abruptly to a pounding on my door. The police were knocking. Only cops beat on doors in that manner. I rushed over to the door. I looked through the peep hole. A white middle aged man in a police uniform stood firm. I felt panic rush through my body. I was busted. My life was going to be spent in prison. I reluctantly opened the door.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi," I managed to speak.

"I have to ask you some questions," he explained.

"Come on in," I invited.

"Ok," he stated while entering my house.

"What's this about?" I asked.

"Megan Smith," he said.

"Oh," I sighed in relief.

"Stop calling her, okay? She said you two broke up and now you're harassing her. I'm not going to press charges against you by the state. She isn't either unless you stop, okay ma'am?" He asked.

"I'll never call her again," I declared and he left.

That stupid bitch had sent a cop to my house to scare me. I felt like killing her. My mind started planning. I slapped myself hard in the face. I couldn't kill her. She was an innocent woman who tried to love a deranged woman.

Megan was a good person unlike me. I loved her. I called her hundreds of times. I longed to hear her voice again. I messed things up so bad. I left voice mails pathetically apologizing multiple times. All my efforts were futile because she sent a cop to my door. I took the hint. I was unwanted. I had choked her.

I could have killed her. I never tried sex again. I never tried relationships again. I need to stay focused on my work, and not the kind I got paid for. So I set my sights on a few more creeps. I was amazed at how many perverts live nearby.

The list of sex offenders was like a shopping list to me. All those names and addresses made it easy to target them. I almost wished that one of them would have knocked on my door. I would take him in for some poison tea. It's the neighborbly thing to do afterall.

A part of me wanted to expand my killing to drug dealers too. Drugs are different though people choose to take them. No one chooses to be raped. I decided to stick with rapists and pedofiles. Speaking of which I had found a rapist.

He was old and brittle. He could barely walk. I saw him struggling to his apartment about ten miles from my house. I lived in a big city. There were so many people around that no one noticed me watching him. Apparently this wrinkly shit bag had raped multiple women. He had gotten away with all of them but one.

One woman proved he was a rapist. Most rapists rape with impunity and their victims aren't believed. The huge backlog of rape kits in the police department proves that rape goes mostly  unpunished. He messed up and he came in her with his condom. He didn't know she had poked a hole in it to catch him. He was her landlord. He raped her as a form of rent. The poor woman was homeless and he took her in as a sex toy.

I knocked on his door in broad daylight. He lived in filth. His house stank like mold from the road. I nearly gagged as he flung open the door. A waft of rancid stench hit my nostrils. I turned away. He stared at me with drooping eyes and a wrinkled smile. He liked what he saw.

"Come on in," he invited.

"Sure stud," I flirtaciously responded.

"What's a fine young woman like you doing here?" He asked.

"Killing you," I said while wrapping my hands around his throat.

I strangled him to death with ease. He was very weak and frail. He didn't fight back much. He eerily smiled while I choked him with gloved hands. Almost as if the sick bastard was getting off one final time. I strung him up with a rope. I made it look like a suicide.